It would have to work. Ben eyed the threshold for a moment, then raised his already-injured hand to test it against the pathway. When it passed through unharmed, he took the chance and immediately straightened up, demeanor changing into something much less dismal and serious; he had gotten what he'd wanted, and all without getting into a shouting match with Shawn. That was good. He didn't actually want his sireson to end up hating him.
"Sure," he said once he was inside, feeling the knot in his stomach beginning to uncoil. Now that he had his literal foot in the door, things were bound to go so much more smoothly. If he could get Shawn's permission to do what needed to be done, then Ben would gladly spend the rest of Shawn's life explaining what the hell had just happened here on his doorstep as it meant that Ben would have that long to do it.
"Living room? Kitchen?" Ben didn't bother to suggest a bedroom, since that would only make things more tense and frustrating in face of the terrible humor. Instead, he added, "Bathroom?" and gave a shrug as if he didn't care. As if it weren't obvious by the lengths he was willing to go by outing himself as something from a fairy tale.
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"Sure," he said once he was inside, feeling the knot in his stomach beginning to uncoil. Now that he had his literal foot in the door, things were bound to go so much more smoothly. If he could get Shawn's permission to do what needed to be done, then Ben would gladly spend the rest of Shawn's life explaining what the hell had just happened here on his doorstep as it meant that Ben would have that long to do it.
"Living room? Kitchen?" Ben didn't bother to suggest a bedroom, since that would only make things more tense and frustrating in face of the terrible humor. Instead, he added, "Bathroom?" and gave a shrug as if he didn't care. As if it weren't obvious by the lengths he was willing to go by outing himself as something from a fairy tale.